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your terracotta lips,
cracked from the heat,
spilling fragments of memories,
long ago laid to rest deep within
your caves of consciousness.
but the sunlight of freedom
has given you the trust to
bring forth those secrets
to share with me, as i have
shared my soul with thee.
these fragments we weave into
a blanket of understanding to
comfort our togetherness
in this desert of solitude.
we sought each other out
and found our own eden.